Twittering Tales #109 – 6 November 

This is my entry for Kat Myrman of Like Murcury Colliding’s Twittering Tales.

More Trouble for Heaven

Photo by Glamazon at Pixabay.com

“What, d’you mean he’s removed all photos from earth.” God was in no mood for riddles. Gabriel had that pained look that Michael and St Peter had grown to fear.
Satan, knee deep in photos giggling happily. “All I asked Azriel to do was to put me in the picture.”Gabriel screamed.
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Thursday photo prompt: Beginnings #writephoto

This is part of Sue Vincent’s of Daily Echo #writephoto.

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They awoke, with no memory of how or when they had arrived there. They stood and watched in wonder as the dawn painted the skies purple,pink, blue and gold.

Gone where the horrors of what they survived, the famine, drought, the bloodshed, the hate all wiped from their memories. They all stood as one marvelling at the sunrise. They were seeing it for the first time.

Mother Nature looked at them all , tutting as she turned to God and asked.” Why have you brought them back.” Her eyes filled with tears of pain and anger. ” You see how they treat me, they rape and abuse me until I am ruined and spent… How could you?”

God touched her arm gently and smiled his beautiful smile. “You can’t get round me this time” Mother Nature wailed, “I can’t go through it again, I just can’t”

God handed her a challis of Nectar and took one himself. Then he spoke, he rarely spoke but his voice was so beautiful that Mother Nature stopped bristling and relaxed. “One more time my dear, just for me, please.” He knew as he spoke the words, she could not resist. “These are my children they will learn”

Mother Nature put down her challis and slowly stood, looking down at her new dress of green and blue she sighed deeply. As she limped away she said to no one in particular…” They never learn, he is deluded. He keeps giving them another chance and they keep destroying me”

God raised his challis calling after her. “Here’s to New Beginnings.” As the words left his mouth Mother Nature flinched as a “child of God” ripped up some plants and threw them to the side for no apparent reason.

The tears welled up in her eyes again. “Beginnings” she hissed through her broken and blackened theeth.

NaBloPoMo : Death’s Book Is Missing

God surveyed  the scene, and  was not impressed with what he saw

Things  were so far out of hand , even he  wondered  how to return things to how they were before!

He  knew  where the book was,  he knew that  it was safe

You  would never realized that  by the look upon  his face!

War  was getting  cranky  looking for a fight

Famine’s only interest  was what would they eat  that night.

Plague was playing  with the undead  infecting  them  with flu

He was having  fun , until God  looked at  him and asked ” Is that  really a nice  thing to do?”

The angel of death  was still sitting in God’s  hand

He  was sorry he had lost death’s  book it was not what he had planned .

God told him not  to worry  all was in his power to put things back to right.

He promised the angel , Death would have his book  before the fall of night.

God  took Death to one side  and told  that he knew

How  he had a soft spot for the humans and how he grieves  at the bad  things they do

He told him where his  book was in the leafy  dell

God  and Death  visited  the fairy  Frogs  as asked them to remove the spell.

The  Fairy  Frogs  we scolded  for  distracting  the angel of death from his work

They were duly  sorry  for distracting the apprentice  angel  who was never one to shirk.

God  then walk the earth with his old friend Death collecting all the souls of those who were undead.

They soon returned order to the earth and  removed  all memory of the last few days from every human’s  head.

So  now  you know the story and it’s ultimate and timely  end

We  can now  leave  Death  to enjoy  a cup of coffee  with his horsey friends!

He  told  his apprentice  not  to worry it was a mistake  anyone one could make

Death slammed his scythe down on the table  to stop war  and famine  arguing over the last piece of cake!

THE END, FOR NOW………………..

NaBloPoMo : Death’s Book is Missing

“Well” said the voice filling everywhere  with light

Somehow everyone calmed down as all their fears took flight.

They  knew they were in trouble they new they were in bin!

They  had all been careless and causing  trouble  but felt there was no great sin.

 

A voice as smooth as syrup  gently calmed the street

This calm somehow traveled around the world, believe me no mean feat!

Death was secretly relived  to see his lord and master.

Plague, war and famine  if they had of had hearts would of felt them beating faster.

 

“Good evening, Death, I hope you are well and I see you have brought  your brothers.

You  have got  yourselves in to an awful mess  Death.” God said, then turned his head to look at the others.

The angel of death standing by God’s side tears of relief running down his beautiful face

“We have the book, boss” he said.He  held it in his right hand,” praise  be, we now can sort out the human race”

 

God  looked down on the angel of death who now sat in his hand, what was he to do with him

And Death  and his brothers three? They  were doing their best but God’s patience  was growing thin.

TO BE CONTINUED

 

 

 

 

 

 

He stands in the shadows

He’s standing there in the  shadows and he is watching me and you

Waiting to see if we if we are doing as we should do.Do we even know what to do.

He is crying in the shadows hiding

He sees that we are, deaf to his tidings.

He sees brother killing brother

Lost sisters grieving for lovers

Children dying reaching out for their mothers.

Why is he watching  why does he not speak.

Is he letting them suffer, suffer in vein setting the strong to kill the weak.

He sees the huge eagle on one side He picks up the dice and hurls them, he weeps as they collide.

His children are fighting, have they ever stopped .

They’re squabbling  and and arguing about the bombs they have dropped.

They lie about who did it and who did not …………

For the innocents caught in the crossfire they care not a jot.

He’s standing there in the  shadows and he is watching me and you

Waiting to see if we if we are doing as we should, do we even know what to do.

The Meeting

Just a chat

It had been a long day as I walked home I was tired. so I stopped for a rest along the way. I was lonely and fed up too yes I know I have a family and a husband true. That doesn’t always make things right you know, to the outside things may look perfect but that isn’t always so.

As I sat there I had a chat with God as I often had before, now don’t go telling people that or they will say I am off the loop or more!  I sat there telling him my fears when suddenly a really pleasant man appeared. “May I sit here ” He asked “you look troubled can I help?”

There was something special about this guy he had such kind eyes and gentle smile he put me at my ease, he just did I can’t say why. He asked me what was troubling me and why I looked so sad. It was so strange because immediately I was telling him openly of all the troubles I felt I had.

I don’t know how he did it but he put me at my ease and let talk for hours , he listened to me and he did not chide or tease. There was no anger or irritation in his voice or eyes. He seemed happy to listen and was not embarrassed when tears fell from my eyes. He didn’t say much but his presence was such a comfort he made me feel alive he was so kind and not in a rush it seemed he had made me thrive.

As we sat there and the world went by I felt a peace return to me, he made me feel myself again he made me want to try. The things that were weighing me down and making me feel so small were really not insurmountable, he made me feel as if nothing was too difficult at all.

Eventually I noticed the time I said I really aught to go he said he would walk with me as his path was the same as mine. I felt so safe in his company , like I never had before he made the walk seem effortless as he saw me to my door. I turned to ask him in for a cup of tea but he was gone and no one was standing next to me.

Strange, yes it was but I remembered all he had said and the gentle feeling of his being remained inside my head. I hope we meet again one day for I shall never forget the feeling of his kindness and his touch the day we met.

The Death

It was quiet and dark and the sun through the window was warming him just enough to keep him alert now his fight had begun.

The bench was hard but he could  take that it was the pain in his side and chest which filled his being everything else was  flat.

Fear gripped his mind, he was so cold inside yet a sweat was rippling down his back.His sight was blurred was he going blind.

Slowly a long hidden memory came to the fore. His mother had taught him it long before he had changed. “Gentle Jesus meek and mild look upon me a little child”

OH! Jesus if you are there help me now, I did not need you then but I do now. Jesus this pain is f###ing me, help me help me please. Slowly he slipped forward onto the  floor a darkness washed over him and he new no more.

Where are you going son. No,  out,  will not do. Listen to me boy I am asking you. Why must you run with that pack it seems to me now there  is no coming  back. What has happened to you, you were  such a good boy at school I had hopes  that you’d  go far but your just like your brother playing the fool. No your not wicked but your not a fool and I am telling you this, in my book you’re not cool.

What are you doing with that? Give it me back , don’t you threaten me son I’ll give you a smack. OH! Please will you listen to me don’t take that knife it will not set you free from the boredom in your life. It will not get you a job, it won’t make you a man what has happened to you and your world changing plan? You had vision and hunger for work a decent and pleasant boy not as you are now , just a jerk.

Clearing up quietly  the priest approached the the last row when something on the floor caught the suns last glow. Red and sticky he knew what it was  but he prayed to his God that it would not be true. The boy lying  his arms out  wide blood flowing from his side. A thought crossed his mind but he dismissed immediately. He looked like Jesus did, you see. Arms out wide , blood from his side a cut round his for head dripping blood in his eyes.

He took out his mobile and took a deep breath as he dialled , ambulance , police  he begged his mind running wild. The operator was telling him what to do,  “Keep him warm and stem the blood is what I want you to do.” He ripped off his cassock and swaddle the lad he then notice blood on his jeans ( the best ones he had) He cradled the boy and prayed in his ear  “keep trying to stay ask now, Jesus will hear.”

It was half an hour until anyone arrived the paramedic crew gently moved the priest to one side. It was too late the boy was gone, then with their radios crackling loud, the police taped the area off,with people from everywhere arriving, such a crowed.

Standing back  and looking around the priest said a prayer with out making a sound. “Dear God take the soul of this boy who died here today and give him some peace,  and if you have time help me find words to sooth his family, at least ” Then sat down exhausted, he was just a man even though he was called priest.

A woman on her way home from work regretting an argument at the start of the day was wondering how to fix things and what she could say. She always said never give up, never leave a good word unsaid.  Never leave things, sort them before you go to bed.  Passing the church she saw her youngest boys friends , he wasn’t there perhaps they could make amends.

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